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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.