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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Skarface,
The Index,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.