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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.