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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.