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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.