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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.