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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.