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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.