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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
ABBA,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.