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 Chile 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.