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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.