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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.