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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.