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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.