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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Young Rascals 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.