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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.