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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.