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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.