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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.