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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.