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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.