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 Maldives and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 ABBA 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 jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.