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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.