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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.