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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.