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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.