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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
ABC,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.