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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.