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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.