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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.