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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.