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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.