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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.