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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.