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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.