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 Turkey and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
the Association,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.