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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.