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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Move,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.