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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.