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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.