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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.