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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.