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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.