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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.