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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.