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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.