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 Australia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Television,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.