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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.