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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.