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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.