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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.