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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.