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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.