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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.