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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Television,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.