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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.