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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.