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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Lyres,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.