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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.