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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
The Move,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.