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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.