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 Maldives and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
cv313,
The Move,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.