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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.