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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.