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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.