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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.