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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.