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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.