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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.