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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
UT,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.