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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.