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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.