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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.