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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.