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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.