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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.