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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.