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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.