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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Scion,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.