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 Austria and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu 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 jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.