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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.