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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Crime,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.