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 Monaco 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Names,
Shoche,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.