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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Slave,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.