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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Scientists,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.