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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.