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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.