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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.