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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.