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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.