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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.