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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.