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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Interpol,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.