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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Can,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.