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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.