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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
UT,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.