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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.