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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.