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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Five Americans 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Model 500,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Mars,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.