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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.