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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.