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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.