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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.