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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.