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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.