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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.