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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.