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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.