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 Spain 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Franke,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.