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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Gong,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.