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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.