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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Nas,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.