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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo 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 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.