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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.