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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.