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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
10cc,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.