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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.