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 Greece and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.