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 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.