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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.