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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gladiators to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.