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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.