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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.