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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.