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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.