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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.