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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.