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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.