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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.