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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.