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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.