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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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.