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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.