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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Index,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.