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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.