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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.