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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.