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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.