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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
The Motions,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.