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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.