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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.