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 Samoa and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Moody Blues 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.