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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Qualms,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Unwound,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.