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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Move,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.