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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.