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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.