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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.