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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.