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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.