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 Chad 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.