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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.