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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Nico,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.