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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.