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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.