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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.