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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Nico,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.