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 Norway 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.