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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Fear,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.