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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.