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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Brick,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.