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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
EPMD,
The Index,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.