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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.