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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.