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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
The Gories,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.