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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 Bologna and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.