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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.