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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.