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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.