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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.