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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
AZ,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.