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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.