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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.