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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.