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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.