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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
DNA,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Malaria!,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.