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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Max Romeo 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.