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 Namibia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.