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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.