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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
AZ,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.