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 Guyana 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.