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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Visage,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.