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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Wire,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.