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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Can,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.