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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.