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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.