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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.