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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
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 Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.