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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.