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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.