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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.