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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Japan,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.