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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.