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 Denmark and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Visage,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
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.