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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.