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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.