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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Gong,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.