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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.