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 Sudan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.