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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.