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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.