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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.