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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can, Can, Can, 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.