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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Slits,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.