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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.