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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.