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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.