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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.