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 Chile 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.