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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.