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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Slave,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.