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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.