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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.