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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.