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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.