Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.