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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.