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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.