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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.