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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.