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 Jordan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Can,
Faust,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.