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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Ten City,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.