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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.