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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.