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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.