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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
The Zeros,
JFA,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.