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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.