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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Magazine,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.