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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.