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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.