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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.