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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.