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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.