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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.