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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.