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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Swans,
Organ,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.