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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Standells to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Can,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.