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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.