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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.