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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.