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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.