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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.