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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.