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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.