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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.