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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.