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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.