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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.