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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Organ,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.