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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.