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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.