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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.