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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.