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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
The Index,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.