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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.