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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.