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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.