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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.