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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.