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 France and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.