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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.