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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.