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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.