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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.