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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.