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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.