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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Organ,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.