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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.