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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.