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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Gong,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.