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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.