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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Deakin,
UT,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.