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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.