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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.