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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.