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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes 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?
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.