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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.