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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Organ,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.