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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Television,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.