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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
10cc,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.