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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.