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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.