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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.