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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.