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 France and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.