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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.