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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.