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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.