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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.