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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.