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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.