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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.