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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Q65,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.