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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.