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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Japan,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.