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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.