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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
10cc,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Monks,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.