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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.