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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
the Association,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.