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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.