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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.