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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Television,
EPMD,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.