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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.