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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.