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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.