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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Section 25,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.