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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.