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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.