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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.