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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.