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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.