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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Model 500,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.