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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Index,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.