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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.