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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.