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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.