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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.