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 Eritrea 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.