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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.