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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
the Germs,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.