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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.