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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.