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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.