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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.