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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Marmalade,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.