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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.