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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.