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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.