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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.