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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.