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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
JFA,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.