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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Blancmange,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.