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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.