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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Organ,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.