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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.