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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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's Kids to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.