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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free 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?
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Monks,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
X-101,
DNA,
Franke,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.