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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.