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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Monks,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.