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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
JFA,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.