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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.