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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
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.