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 Croatia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 David Bowie 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.