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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
DNA,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.