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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
UT,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.