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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.