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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.