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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Index,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.