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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 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 The Birthday Party 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
The Index,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.