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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.