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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.