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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.