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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.