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 Andorra 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
The Monks,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.