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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.