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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.