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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Inner City,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.