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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.