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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Japan,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.