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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.