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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.