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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
The Residents,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.