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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.