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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.