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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band 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 disco 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 sitar and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
ABC,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Magma,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.