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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
DNA,
The Index,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Pole,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.