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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson 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 funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.