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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Franke,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.