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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy 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 grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.