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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.