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 Belize and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
The Sonics,
X-101,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.