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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.