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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.