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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.