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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.