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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.