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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.