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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.