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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.