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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Mars,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.