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 France and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.