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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.