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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.