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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.