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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.