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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.