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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.