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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.