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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.