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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.