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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.