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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.