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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.