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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.