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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
June Days,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.