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 Guinea 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.