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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.