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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.