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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.