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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.