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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Victims,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.