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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 Columbus and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.