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 Korea South and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.