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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.