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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.