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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.