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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.