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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.