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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.