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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.