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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.