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 India and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 II Soul to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim 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 Busters,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.