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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.