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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Franke to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.