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 Latvia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.