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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
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.