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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.