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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.