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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.