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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.