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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
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.