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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Smog,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.