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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.