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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.