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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 guitar 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 Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.