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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.