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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.