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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.