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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Technova,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.