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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.