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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.