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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.