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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.