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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.