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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Velvet Underground 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
UT,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.