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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Pylon,
DNA,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.