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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.