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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.