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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.