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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.