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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.