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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.