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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.