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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.