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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.