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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.