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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.