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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.