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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.