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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Moebius,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.