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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.