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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.