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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.