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 Burkina and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.