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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.