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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Can,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.