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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.