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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.