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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Zapp,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Index,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
MDC,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.