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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.