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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.