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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.