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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
cv313,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Index,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.