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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.