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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.