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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.