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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.