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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.