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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.