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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.