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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.