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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.