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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Erasure,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.