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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.