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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.