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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Symarip,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.