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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.