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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.