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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.