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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.