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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Q65,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.