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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Scion,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.