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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.