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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.