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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.