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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.