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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
The Gories,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.