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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.