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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.