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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.