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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.