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 Zambia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.