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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Saints,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.