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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Magma,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.