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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.