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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.