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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.