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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.