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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.