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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.