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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.