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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.