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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
The Gories,
The Names,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.