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 Ivory Coast 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.