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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.