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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.