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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.