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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.