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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.