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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.