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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.