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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.