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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
MC5,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
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.